Suman Mahmood

Food poem

Could someone put some food on my plate? Make me something; it doesn’t have to be greatSomething form mothers handsIt doesn’t have to be anything grandWith a pinch of givingAnd a dash of caring Add some spices for flavorIt’ll be something I savorSet up the table for dinnerWhatever you cooked, I bet it’s a winnerAll that’s left to do is eatSo we all get together, and take a seatThis meal’s full of familyBecause there are somethings' others don’t seeIt’s that every meal is meant to be shared Because when mom made it, she cared